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This story is intended as entertainment for adults only
Having become fabulously wealthy from my vast real estate, and other assorted ventures, I decided to fulfill my deepest sexual fantasies, and to enjoy the fruits of my years of labor. My assets totaled about thirty five billion, and I constructed a very large and special estate in Mexico, with surroundings quite conducive to peace and solitude, and to the pursuit of my vocation as a male dominant to willing women, and researcher of the female orgasmic, and ejaculatory system. I'd had a similar arrangement at times before, but conditions had always made the continuation of my project untenable.
Through the years I have owned a number of willing female sub slaves, sometimes several at a time, and I find the sense of power and sexual possibility quite addictive to me. I have never married, and look upon this lifestyle as one that I enjoy most. I make it a point to never become emotionally involved with my sub slaves in a meaningful way, and merely use them as convenient toys for my sexual gratification.
I feel great affection for them, nonetheless, and they for me, and our kisses are genuinely caring, though we all know that such a strange arrangement is not based on traditional ties, only a real expression of the feelings of the moment between us. I cannot deny, however, in my deepest heart, and in my own way, that I love them each very dearly. That this relationship could ever change seemed highly unlikely to me.
Strangely, it is never difficult to find beautiful and willing women to do my bidding in this kind of situation. Some of us have an intense and built in addiction for such domination.
My large estate is located in northern Mexico, on the outskirts of a metropolitan area, and my secluded villa is well protected by Mexican authorities because of generous payments made to them on a regular basis, all handled by my group of highly skilled lawyers through my foundations. I am allowed full freedom to do as I please, and even police protection, in the city, and within the confines of my property. I've invested nearly three hundred million dollars on my unusual estate, and I expect to invest even more over time.
I constructed a special research area within my villa in which I conduct intensive tests to learn as much as possible about female sexual response, and ejaculation, and the study of female ejaculate fluid, secretions, excretions, and the pheromone qualities of the various female odors, particularly vaginal effluvium. I explore the absolute limit of sexual ecstasy for each of my female subjects, by use of sophisticated equipment designed to produce the most intense orgasmic reactions possible.
I have ten female volunteers for that purpose now in my laboratory prison, all convicted of serious crimes against the helpless and elderly, and they are provided me by the Mexican government for a period of six months. At the end of that time, if the women cooperate fully in my research projects, I return them to the government, and their sentence is erased, and they are freed.
The women, who are all in their twenties, are exhaustively tested, however, for any diseases before coming here, are in good condition, and have a clean bill of health when they arrive. They are sedated during transit here to insure complete ignorance of their destination.
During their time here they are also forced into lesbian activities and relationships, for the entertainment of my bi female slaves, and once freed from the prison system, will suffer from involuntary orgasm for at least six months after being released. These women are well aware of all this before they come here, and prefer this to spending ten or twenty years inside a Mexican prison. If they do not cooperate absolutely, and do everything they are commanded to, they are returned to the Mexican authorities to serve out their sentences.
My pretty, bisexual household sex slaves are a great help in my research, and they are allowed to enjoy the female prisoners in virtually any way they wish sexually. In my own way I love my pretty slave ladies, and we have an incredible and highly exotic relationship in our own world. I had never before been in a similar circumstance with my former sub slaves, and frankly this experimental relationship is quite new to me.
A female staff of one medical doctor, one psychiatrist, two nurses, and two security guards oversee the small prison medical laboratory. Our beautiful and renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Sarah Smith, age 52, conducts therapy sessions for anyone who needs them here at the estate, and she is quite marvelous in her treatments, and cures. Her specialty is sex therapy, and she is one of the best in the world. She is paid a huge salary each year, and she is worth every penny of it.
The doctors conduct most of the experiments, under my watchful eye, and I use the female prisoners sexually in any way I desire, and they must cooperate without hesitation, or face return to the prison system.
They are not harmed, nor do they receive any kind of harsh treatment or torture, and I am very strict on this, as my employees are well aware. The medical staff are very skilled in attaining the absolute, and complete focus of the female prisoners in producing their vaginal products, and in copious quantities, and are aided in this by strong aphrodisiacs and hypnotic conditioning. Very intense orgasmic experiences are required for my purposes.
The prisoners are well cared for nutritionally and medically, and receive generous financial rewards for full and mindless cooperation.
I send samples of their collected female fluids in my prison lab to my chemists in the United States for analysis and the development of new kinds of powerful aphrodisiacs and also medicinal drugs. Among my accomplishments in this regard, are three new wonder drugs effective against uterine cancer.
They, in turn, send new experimental sex drugs to me on a regular basis for disposition. All of the drugs have been tested extensively in the lab before being presented to me so that they pose no danger to my female subjects, except, possibly, the painful pleasure of an extremely intense orgasm and ejaculation.
I believe that my staff, including scientists, chemists, lawyers, business experts and support personnel are the best in the world, and my access to needed supplies and equipment, and my facilities better than any in the world. I have traveled widely, and I have no doubt whatever that this is true.
I now have six bisexual female slaves living here with me in my estate, and have room for many more. I was quite careful in selecting my ladies, and had them hand picked in the US after an exhaustive search, and psychological testing, and then had them flown here for employment. My slaves must be bisexual nymphomaniacs, very pretty, very loving, and very well endowed physically to even be considered. It seems the more I abuse them, the more they like it, and the tighter the hold I have over them, or so they claim.
Each year six very well endowed males are brought here for service under highly unusual circumstances. They will receive one million dollars each, tax free, if they agree to spend one year in sedated consciousness, a process unique to my brilliant scientists.
They are told that they will fall asleep comfortably, and wake up in one year as though no time whatever had passed, and that they will be in better physical condition than when they fell asleep, in addition to other wonderful benefits. They will also receive, tax free, one million dollars.
All of the men who volunteer to come here must be single, in their late twenties, well endowed, and in superb physical condition, and have no ties whatever.
The men who come here will receive special drug and hypnotic treatment by my medical staff, rendering them devoid of normal cortical response, but remaining completely intact physically. They are conditioned to respond immediately, and with the required emotion to any sexual command given them, but only to sexual commands, and have a powerful post hypnotic suggestion against any form of aggression or non compliance. In effect they do exactly as they are told when it pertains to sexual commands, and appear to be interacting normally in their duties.
They can speak only during sexual assignments, and will obey sexual commands exactly. They are given healthful exercise periods during their stay, and the best food, nutritional, and sexual supplements in the world, as well as special extracts to greatly increase their seminal output, staying power, and genital size. They are also required to watch porn videos daily to build their sexual pressure, though masturbation is strictly forbidden by their powerful mental conditioning.
Otherwise they may rest and enjoy themselves in their luxury prison apartments, until needed for service.
When their one year of service is completed, they are de programmed totally, and are returned to the states completely healthy, and intact mentally, and given their million dollar reward. I make absolutely certain that my legal staff insures that they are paid quickly, and efficiently, either in cash or by any other means to their preference, upon their arrival back home.
The males who have undergone this process already, and received their one million dollars, swear that they remember absolutely nothing of their service, and in fact remember falling asleep and awakening, and nothing more. They also report feeling wonderfully refreshed and healthy upon awakening.
They are prepped at a special location before coming here, under unique protocols, and brought here under sedation and high secrecy in one of my shuttle choppers.
I have my lawyers verify, by several means, to prospective volunteers, that this unique offer is for real, and legal under research guidelines, and not in the least harmful or dangerous to them, and that in fact, they are much healthier when they return.
One notable side effect is the exaggerated development of the penis and testicles, along with greatly increased staying power, seminal output, and sexual drive. No one has complained about the side effects so far.
The males are kept in the prison area while here, and when needed, are brought to service my lovely slaves, or my large staff, who incidentally, require their services constantly.
I am also bisexual and often enjoy hot sex with my ladies while they are being serviced by our resident indentured males. This is delightful to my girls and we enjoy every raunchy possibility for gratification.
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My female slaves are all completely free of the restraints of normal sexual conventions, and are capable of forming deep relationships with either men or women. I encourage this and have them perform for me in the most intimate ways possible, and they seem to quite enjoy this. They are actually totally unable to refuse me anything, because of their powerful needs and fears, and their affection for me, and will do absolutely anything I command them to do.
I have provided for my beautiful sex slaves very generously in the event of my demise, and my lawyers have explicit orders to make sure that this mandate is carried out with extreme certainty, and to the letter.
They do my housework, and chores, and are always available for any kind of sex, any time I want it, and conversely, I deny them almost nothing sexually. They are free to leave at anytime, with a huge separation gift, but none have taken this option, and on the contrary, would find removal from this setting quite traumatic. Once I have imprinted them with my absolute domination over, and ownership of them, and affection for them, they become desperately possessive of this amazing dream world .
One of my lifelong personal preferences is that I like nice people. People who are not vindictive, or vengeful, or cruel, and who have true compassion for others. My beautiful slaves are indeed nice ladies, and that is why we are all so successful here together.
I discipline them, however, and they quite like it, and I want them to obey me implicitly without fail.
My beautiful female slaves and I remain naked at all times, and go about our daily business in our own manner and at our own discretion. I have insured, by high tech equipment, that the inside temperature is carefully controlled for our needs as nudists. They are required to call me Sir anytime they address me, and this rule is strictly enforced.
Exquisitely pretty, thirty five year old Nichole was my first acquisition after moving here, and she helped me train and use the other five slaves: Smart and horny Susan, 34, perfectly formed Millissa, or Missy, 27, Olivia, 38, whom I call lady Olivia, petite oralist Christina, 25, and the voluptuous and vaginally hirsute Cynthia, 39, completes the lineup to date. I find having this many highly erotic supplicants is quite satisfying and entertaining. They seem to get along quite well together, and have formed deep love and physical relationships with each other, often engaging in hot, wet sex in full view of everyone, enjoying the complete freedom of their intense sexual needs.
All of them crave mental and physical discipline, and the punishment that I sometimes give them, but my definition of discipline and punishment deviates from the accepted norm, and is carefully delivered, with no malevolence involved, and designed primarily for sexual effect. I have gone over the line occasionally when angered by one of the girls, but rarely lose my temper.
I give them each a very generous stipend each month, and on occasion withhold that allowance when a serious infraction had been committed.
We are all compelled to take special designer aphrodisiacs each day, and are required to masturbate ourselves at least once during the day in full view of anyone who happens to be watching. These are among the special rules that they and I both must obey, and we don't contravene them, and follow an implied dictum that we cannot violate.
Another item in this unbreakable constitution is that they are allowed to restrain me once each day, if desired, and by a full vote, and do absolutely anything they want with me, excluding, of course anything destructive, or greatly painful. Any form of retribution on my part, for these sessions, is forbidden.
There are a number of other unbreakable rules here in our world, that allow us to live in a very unique universe of sexual gratification.
When I break a rule, there are specifically assigned punishments for me, that I must endure.
My large estate has many rooms, and living, and entertainment areas, and a magnificent kitchen, a gym, and a massage therapy area, and the girls keep themselves clean and well taken care of, and always ready for our mutual pleasure. They have so many expensive clothes that each has about ten of my many closets filled with their favorite trappings. I'm afraid I'm a bit indulgent with them.
I fuck them often, and they enjoy fucking me, and I receive oral sex as often as I desire it. (which seems fair to me, my own attention to them being noted)
They desperately need their cunts and assholes eaten, and I sometimes have to be firm with them and refuse to satisfy their needs if I have already performed this service more than five or six times in one day.
They are given state of the art contraceptives, and are carefully monitored by our medical staff for this, or any other health or female problems. The bathroom supply cabinets are filled with every kind of feminine product imaginable, as well as a vast array of over the counter medicines, antiacids, laxatives, and on and on. I spare no expense in this regard. Feminine napkin receptacles are present in each bathroom.
Nichole and I have trained them to be expert cocksuckers, and my large number of friends enjoy their talents on a regular basis. I also have parties on weekends, and usually have from ten to fifteen male and female acquaintances present so that we may just visit together or have an extensive orgy if so desired. I have my friends flown in from the US first by company jet to a large airport, and then by large helicopter to my estate. I have a full heliport in the front area of the main dwelling, and a large garage containing every imaginable kind of vehicle.
I fawn over my extensive collection of vintage Corvettes, but have a uniquely built Rolls and two super reinforced Cadillac limousines as well. We often take unplanned shopping excursions into the city, via serious escort procedures, and visit only safe, crime free areas. My greatly skilled female security guards provide a protection against kidnapping, and terrorist activity, that the President would envy.
I employ fifty people who live on the estate, and they are screened and tested very carefully before being accepted to work here.
My estate is surrounded on the outer perimeter by a high electric fence, and inside of that, a tall, vanadium steel reinforced security wall topped with barbed wire, and inundated with state of the art security and detection equipment.
My large property is cared for by an all female staff that consists of security guards, maintenance workers, vehicle mechanics, dining area personnel, cleaning personnel, grounds care workers, and others. The security personnel total twenty five women, carefully chosen for their integrity and skill, and they carry automatic weapons, sidearms, and projectile tasers with them at all times.
Also if any problem arises the Mexican authorities would be here quickly, or I could have my elite quick response team here by high speed helicopter from the US within a short time.
I'm convinced that my Mexican estate has no equal anywhere, because of special construction, and the vast array of high tech electronic apparatus that it contains.
All personnel outside of my slave group are housed in rooms surrounding the main building, and receive excellent pay and benefits for their services. They are strictly forbidden to bother, or disturb myself, or those inside my central confines, on any occasion, except for some extremely important matter.
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My Inner Sanctum
I was sitting on the large comfortable sofa when Nichole approached and knelt at my feet. She was so pretty, and her light brown hair was soft and shiny. Her perfect body was white and unblemished, and her vaginal hair bushy and erotic.
"Sir, is there anything I can do for you now that the dinner dishes are done?"
I grinned lightly at her, and rubbed my fingers over her silky locks.
"Nichole, you always seem to know when I'm in need, I think we must have a psychic link at times. Sweetness, I need to fuck....would you just do me right here please."
She smiled and stood looking down at me as she put her knees up and straddled my legs. She lowered herself down and my already hard cock nudged her wet pussy. I moved it around and slid it in her tight slit and it was heavenly. She was always so tight and slick and she was my favorite fuck of the group, though they all were fine pieces of ass.
She put her arms around my back, and her head on my shoulder as I shoved my erect penis all the way into her very tight and wonderful cunt and when I began to pump her she fucked me deeply, undulating her well formed hips, and groaned as her tight hole gripped my dick.
"You're my favorite fuck slave", I whispered, "I just love your pussy!"
She gripped me tighter as I slid quickly in and out of her and she kissed my nose and cheeks as I neared orgasm. I looked at her pretty blue eyes and jerked uncontrollably, sending a thick wad of semen up her hairy snatch. I pumped in more and more hot cum, jerking several times and she held me tightly and milked it all out.
I fell back, unable to move, and she kissed me and pulled upward, as my spent dick plopped out of her. She grabbed a nearby towel and wiped her dripping vagina as she knelt and looked up at me.
I looked down at her in contentment and stroked her hair again. "You little cocksucker you're such a sweet piece of ass and I mean it."
She grinned slightly and looked down at her wiping. "Thank you sir, after all, I live to serve you."
Nichole stood and bent over, opening her tight asshole and cunt to me from behind.
"Is that dry enough Sir?", she whispered.
"Yes baby, that's fine. That was a good fuck.
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The coming weekend was to be a busy one for us all. I had fifteen male and female friends coming over including three bisexual female sex slaves owned by my good friend Salvatore, and I wanted the party to go well. The girls had gone about their assigned chores, and the place was spotless.
On Friday before the weekend party I walked in on Nichole and Cynthia, and they were going sixty nine on each other hot and heavy. I watched for a bit before I spoke, enjoying Cynthia's long tongue lapping deep into Nichole's wet, hairy cunt.
I had swallowed Nichole's orgasm many times and I actually envied Cynthia at this moment. They saw me and stopped suddenly, beautiful Cynthia looking up at me with an embarrassed grin, her face sopping wet with Nichole's snatch cream.
"Well don't let me stop you girls....one thing though, I get to watch and dirty talk you."
The two smiled and continued their juicy tongue work, and I walked around to Nichole's head and she was sucking on Cynthia's thick bulbous clitoris. It was red and swollen and Nichole was sucking it raw as she finger fucked Cynthia.
Cynthia had the most magnificent cunt I had ever seen with an extremely thick and bushy accumulation of red pussy hair. Nichole was beside herself eating snatch and when Cynthia began to shake and jerk, I sat down and watched Nichole eat pussy from a few inches away.
"You fucking nasty whore, you're pretty good at that!", I chuckled."
Just at that time Cynthia screamed and jerked violently squirting a heavy gusher of smelly vaginal juice into Nichole's pretty face. Nichole saw me out of the corner of her eye as she opened her mouth, and a thick, viscous streamer of steaming uterine leavings filled it at once. Nichole was in a frenzy of lust as she looked sideways at me and gulped it all down. She grinned just slightly as she opened again for another mouthful, and Cynthia was screaming and bumping up and down, and continued to shoot her inner cream for another thirty seconds.
When she was finished they both lay there motionless. Nichole's mouth was partly open, and to the side, and a rivulet of thick syrup drooled out and onto the bedcover.
She grinned at me, exhausted, and swallowed the rest of her nasty meal.
"Oh fuck Nichole...fucking hot and nasty...son of a bitch!"
"I don't think my orgasm is that messy is it?," she grinned, wiping her face off.
I kissed her pretty cheek and licked off some of the cunt juice and ate it.
"I like the mess and the stink.....a whole lot Nichole", I groaned.
"In that case you can start eating my farts Sir", she laughed.
I looked at her and grinned, scrunching my lips up in an agreement configuration.
They got up and pulled themselves to the side of the bed and sat there.
Nichole's cunt was draining and she wiped it thoroughly with a towel. Cyntha's magnificent ass bounced as she stood and headed out to take a shower.
"See you later", she said breathlessly.
"Mmmmmm", I whispered to Nichole, "I like Cynthia's cunt juice too, I've got to suck her hairy snatch one day soon."
"Well if you like messy and stinky so much Sir you'll love it, and plenty to swallow there too."
"Sir, your male friends this weekend...are they good looking?," said Nichole as she shoved an edge of the towel deeply into her vagina.
"Oh yeah slave, I fucking think you'll like them".
"Good, I'd really enjoy sucking some strange cock or pussy," she said, still probing her draining cunthole.
"I don't think that'll be a prob slave, there will be plenty of action there."
"Ok", she ejected. "Sounds good to me Sir."
"Dam Nichole that was a good fuck earlier, son of a bitch my balls hurt when I came."
"Well Sir.....that makes me feel good about myself, just like the first time you swallowed my orgasm....that's a special sign of acceptance you know."
"Ok I'll see you later you pretty cocksucker slave!"
She grinned widely at me as I left the room.
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That night when all the lights were out, and everyone was in bed, I sat watching the large screen TV with my wireless earphones on so as not to disturb the ladies. I got up and went into one of the bathrooms and found Christina sitting on the toilet doing her business. In this situation one never knew what to expect, and she and I both were a bit surprised.
"Enjoying a nice dump?", I grinned, standing at one of the urinals.
"Can't shit, maybe I need a laxative," said the cute as a button Chris.
There was a moment's silence and I heard a loud roar of gas and several splashes. There are several powerful exhaust fans in each bathroom and the smell was pulled out immediately. She flushed and sat looking at me with her head resting on her hands.
"I sure would like to suck some cock right now Sir, hint, hint", she sighed, looking at my dick as I shook out the last drops of piss.
"Ummmm slave, what a coincidence, I wouldn't mind a good blowjob right now."
I walked over to her and she just sat there on the stool looking at my cock. I stood with my pecker next to her lips. She looked closely at it and licked my pisshole, capturing a few drops of pee. Then she grabbed it and shoved her perfect lips over it and began to suck hard, as she lapped her tongue under my dickhead.
Five foot two Christina was an inveterate cocksucker, and needed fresh cum on a regular basis. She grabbed my balls and massaged them firmly, and started to jack me off in her mouth. Her hot little oral cavity got my dick hard fast, and ready to spit.
"You fucking little whore, where did you learn to suck cock like that?"
She stopped momentarily and looked up sweetly at me...."Why you Sir....you taught me how to suck cock, you and Nichole."
"Oh yes, I moaned. You fucking learn fast you little shit stick, but you're the one who should be giving lessons."
She quickly had my pecker back in her mouth and looked up and grinned as she sucked with a vengeance, jacking me very rapidly. As she squeezed my nuts in her fingers my head fell back and I jumped slightly, and trembled as I popped my thick load into her wonderful mouth. I pumped forward several times in pleasure and could hear her gulping the salty goo with relish as her soft tongue worked me over.
She swallowed every drop and gently stroked my spent wiener. "Sir, I really would like to kiss you now, thank you for letting me suck your dick!"
I looked down at her in exasperation, and dropped down on one knee. She was smiling slightly and my cum was all around her mouth. I put my lips slowly to hers and we looked at each others eyes as I kissed her. She held my head and kissed me more deeply, sliding her tongue to the back of my throat. I sucked on her long cum soaked tongue, and she pressed her lips painfully into mine.
She finished the kiss and grinned at me. "Sir, your fucking cum is a little bitter, better watch your diet, too much cunt juice can do that to you."
"I'll keep that in mind you worthless little fuck.", I chuckled. "Mind your manners slave."
I grinned and kissed her once more on the cheek and went back into the large entertainment area.
In a few minutes she came in and got on her knees right in front of me, doggie style, in preparation to sit down. She put a towel under her ass, and as she sat her perfect asscrack opened widely revealing a slight brown stain from her bowel movement. She sat back and grabbed my leg and watched the TV, resting her face upon my knee.
We watched for awhile in relative silence, and I got sleepy and finally went to bed. When I tried to get up she gripped my leg, not wanting me to go. "Got to get to bed Chris," I yawned, "you better get some fucking sleep to you little cunt."
She yawned as I left, and I could hear her a short time later turning off the TV.
It would be a fun weekend, and there would be a lot going on in every way. My dick still dribbled from Christina's blowjob. Dam she liked to suck, and she was a world class fuck too with her perfect little ass, and super tight cunthole. I fell asleep dreaming of petite Chris's cute body and that too tight little pussyhole.
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The next morning everyone was chattering and running around in preparation for the big party today. Each of my women wanted to be highly desirable, and to enjoy the festivities to the fullest, and I was very, very pleased to see them so happy. I went into one of the huge bathrooms to take a shower and Susan was occupying one of the shower stalls. She smiled broadly at me, and continued soaping herself, and gently cleansed her vagina, rinsing it out thoroughly with a spray nozzle.
"Hey girl," I grinned as I came in.
"You look just beautiful covered in soap."
"Nothing like a good shower to make you feel good Sir."
Her face became a bit apprehensive, as she looked at me.
"Darn Sir, I'm kind of disappointed though 'cause I'm menstruating and I'll have to wear a pad today. That's ok though, I can suck plenty of cock, and you said there are three new bi females coming with your friends. Should be good pussy to eat."
I smiled gently at her as I shaved with an electric razor. "Slave girl, you look beautiful anytime, and any place. Mother nature just can't be denied you know."
I finished shaving and stepped next to her and took the soapy wash rag out of her hand and gently soaped her hairy, and well endowed pubic area. It was so beautiful and I softly moved it a bit inside her. She held my hand as I did it and kissed me and pushed her wonderful titties against my chest. "You're good at that Sir, you'll have to help me douche out sometime soon, you might have fun with that also."
I twisted my left eye upward at an odd angle, and smiled at her.
"Now that would be interesting girl, let's keep that in mind."
"You going to be a good little suck slave today for the guests?", I smiled.
"Cocks and cunts, and all I want."
"Good little slut", I whispered, use that perfume I like so much, ok?"
"Yes Sir", she smiled.
"I've got to take a quick shower now so I can be ready when the helicopter arrives, and that will be in about an hour."
When I'd finished my shower I went to one of my rooms and picked out a casual pair of cutoffs and a Hawaiian shirt. After a short breakfast the PA announced the arrival of our shuttle copter and I quickly made my way out to the heliport pad.
I greeted several of my pretty security guards on the way out, and I was quite impressed with their professionalism and the tight kakai military uniforms they wore.
I fucked some of them on occasion, or received blowjobs when I wanted to, and they were always willing and available.
The loud sound of a large transport helicopter drowned out the conversation I was having with a cute guard, and we watched the huge craft slowly settle onto the large helipad. The wind created was strong, and blew against our faces almost painfully. As the engine was shut down the occupants began to file out, and I greeted several of my business acquaintances cheerfully.
Andrew, one of my best friends, and business partners walked up to me and grabbed my hand.
"Well fuck Harold, how come you're wearing clothes?", he said seriously, as the rest of the gang bumped past him.
I grinned and shook his hand tightly. "A man has to maintain some sense of decorum Andy, and I really don't feel like having my dick whacked with a copter blade."
We laughed and all of us filed in past the guards who stood at attention grinning widely.
We entered the outer part of the main structure and moved inside, down long corridors past countless rooms. Finally we came to the large central entertainment area, and my ladies were there waiting, in knockout evening gowns, and presented a spectacle worthy of a White House reception.
I was so fucking proud of my slaves that I couldn't contain my beaming pride. They were truly the equal of any female movie stars I had ever seen.
No other women in the world, I was sure, could surpass them for beauty and elegance, and that was the simple truth.
"Gentlemen, ladies, please say hi to my most prized possessions, and magnificently beautiful concubines, my wonderful sex slaves."
"First the lovely Nichole, the gorgeous Millissa, the sweet and pretty Susan, breathtaking Olivia, a most elegant slave with an IQ of 175, Christina, Chrissie is very special to me, and the wonderful Cynthia, who possesses the hairiest, and most awesome cunt I've ever seen."
Cynthia scrunched up her pretty face and brushed her beautiful red hair back in pretended resentment.
Everyone laughed and began to socialize, and I was so proud of my girls as they mingled with my important guests. There were several industrial big shots here, none of them over the age of fifty, and we had all been involved in lucrative business transactions at one time or another over the years.
The three bi females who had arrived on the helicopter belonged to Salvatore, a department store magnate, and he introduced me to them before they met everyone else.
"Harold, I would like you to meet my three slaves, Karen, Bonnie, and Sandy."
I shook hands with them all, and they were truly magnificent. They were elegant and extremely pretty, and just exuded sexuality.
"I am so happy to meet you", I gushed, and I kissed their hands and smiled at each of them. I couldn't believe the perfection of their bodies, truly some of the best ass I'd ever seen, and my dick began to get hard right there. It pressed against my Bermudas and we all looked down with a knowing smile.
"Oh fuck," I said, awkwardly, "can't have that yet can we?"
Salvatore laughed out loud and rubbed his fingers into the butt crack of his nearest slave. "Well fuck Harold, this happens every dam time, ain't you got no control?"
The ladies seemed to take great pleasure from my bulging shorts and I smiled, and excused myself to return to the main crowd inside. One of them in particular, Karen, a stunning dark haired beauty seemed quite interested, and looked at me with an understanding smile. She was a smart one, I noted to myself, and one hell of a woman too, and I couldn't wait to become more acquainted with her. I can usually tell a woman of substance, and the word slave could never apply to this woman, except as she allowed it. A defiant slave, hmmmm.....I liked her.
I couldn't help wondering what she looked like fully nude, or more to the point, how she sucked cock. I knew I would soon find out.
Salvatore had the most amazing taste in women that I knew of, and these beauties were exceptional even for him.
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I walked back inside, and into the group, and conversed with several of my friends, discussing business ventures, new ideas, etc. As I sat talking over yearly gains with Andy, he brought a whole new topic of financial possibility into per view, and told me of the amazing profits that will be possible when the vast US shale oil deposits are ultimately utilized.
Evidently, over a trillion barrels of oil are contained in vast oil fields in the plains of the United States, in the form of shale oil, which requires special removal technology. The US is now desperately trying to develop and build extraction plants and the wherewithal to obtain the desperately needed oil since it has now become cost effective. I was fascinated, and we vowed to talk again soon to discuss the breathtaking possibilities for profit.
Nichole came over, holding a glass of punch in her hand, and kneeled before us.
We always abstained from alcohol usage or drugs during these sex parties, and this proved to be very wise, as we had learned from past experience.
"Are you having a good time slave?", I smiled, smoothing her silky hair over with my hand.
"I'm having a fabulous time Sir, and if I'm not mistaken your party should take on a different tone before long."
I grinned down at her and continued to stroke her hair. "I believe you're right Nichole, and it won't be long."
"Andy this is one of my favorite slaves, and my confidant, Nichole. There are not many like her, you may be assured."
Andy took her free hand and kissed it gently, looking into Nichole's wonderful eyes.
"I am greatly honored to meet you Nichole", he said gently, "you are truly a beautiful woman."
Nichole smiled and looked up at him and squeezed his hand. "I am a slave Sir, but I would be overjoyed to please you in any way that you can imagine." She glanced at me and saw my full approval.
"Nichole is a very sweet fuck and a real good cocksucker Andy, please enjoy her to the fullest." I gently rubbed the back of Nichole's neck under her hair. "Nichole, I want you to be a very nasty girl to Andy, and make his deepest desires come true. Do you understand me?"
She took her free hand and put it on Andy's crouch, and gently massaged his genitals. I got up quickly, smiled, and excused myself as Andy sat there mesmerized.
I moved toward the center of the room and small groups of conversation had formed, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves greatly.
I yelled for everyone to hear, and the room suddenly became reasonably quiet in anticipation of what I was going to say.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my home, and I sincerely hope you will enjoy yourselves to the fullest while you are here. I will now start the festivities, and we will begin by each of us removing every single article of clothing, and giving it to my slaves so that they may store the clothing in a safe, and hidden place. You will not need your clothes for awhile, I assure you."
With that everyone stripped off and my ladies quickly collected everyone's trappings, and put them in a large, secure storage safe.
Then my beautiful slaves stripped off and the men were positively stunned as they displayed their incredible bodies.
I picked that moment to do one of the dumbest things ever in my life, I wanted to vent my anger at Millissa for what had appeared to be a property indiscretion on her part earlier in the day. I had seen her today in her room with Nichole's favorite diamond necklace and assumed she had taken it without permission. I called out to Millissa, who was slowly modeling her wonderful body in anticipation of the orgy to come.
"Millissa!", I yelled for everyone to hear, "Come here please!" I stood beside an empty couch and sat down, looking sternly at my gorgeous Millissa. She saw my frown and quickly changed her expression, knowing that something unpleasant was coming. Everyone gathered around us and poor Millissa stood there trembling from uncertainty and dread.
"Millissa, it appears that you are a thief. I saw you with Nichole's favorite diamond necklace today in your room."
I think I was doing this stupid thing primarily for the entertainment and sexual arousal of my guests, and at the expense of one of my beautiful slaves.
An awful look of embarrassment and shame came over her face, and she looked furtively around the crowd. She was mortified, and shifted back and forth as she held her hand over her thick, blond pubic hair.
"Tell me the truth or I will withhold your monthly allowance, I assure you."
The room fell to dead silence, and all of my male friends stood with awkward expressions on their faces, but also I could detect a trace of lustful anticipation in their manner while viewing the hapless and breathtaking Millissa.
"Sir I....." She began to sob, and looked in deep humiliation at everyone around her, and put her hand to her eyes rubbing tears away. "Sir.....I....yes I did look at Nichole's necklace for awhile in my room but I asked her first and she said it was ok."
She was silently crying now, but I could feel no sorrow for a deliberately disobedient act.
Nichole spoke up immediately, breaking into my conversation.
"It's true Sir, she did ask to look at it, and I said it was ok."
For some stupid dam reason I believed Nichole to be covering for the disobedient Millissa, and continued my questioning, becoming more angry by the moment.
"Don't we have a strict policy against theft, or using someone else's property without their permission here in our special group?"
"Yes Sir....please believe me Sir, I didn't steal it!"
"Millissa, you have disappointed me and I don't like it at all. You've disobeyed one of our primary rules haven't you?"
She was crying fully now, and sobbed and snorted, her nose running profusely.
"No Sir and it really hurts that you don't believe me."
"Get your fucking ass over here and lay over my lap, and I mean now!"
She cried woefully as she moved over to me and lay down obediently, placing her ass over my lap. I raised my hand high and slapped her asscheeks as hard as I could and a screech of pain tore from her lips, and she quivered helplessly on my knees.
I slapped her ass harder the next time and delivered a number of seriously hard whacks, so that her perfect little rear became immediately inflamed and she screamed and shook in pain. She was yelling and crying piteously as the stunned crowd moved in closer to her debasement, and suddenly I stopped and rubbed her wonderful asscheeks to soothe them.
"Are you going to be a good slave from now on," I whispered, and remember that we don't tolerate such things around here."
"I'm sorry Sir, you're wrong....I wouldn't do anything to betray your trust or the girls."
I was still fuming and stood up angrily.
"Follow me", I commanded, and when she was on her wobbly feet, I walked into the nearest bathroom. She, and the crowd were close behind, and I stopped at one of the urinals, one that had been used extensively in the past hour. There was a pool of piss in it since no one had bothered to flush it, and she looked at it and me, and hung her head. Her beautiful long blond hair hung around her face matted with her tears.
"Get on your knees you fucking thief", I said, looking sternly at her.
Nichole grabbed my arm and cried plaintively..."Oh no Sir, she's innocent, please believe us!"
Millissa dropped down at once in front of the urinal, and knew what was coming. The crowd had come into the large bathroom, and was standing silently around us.
"Put your head in the urinal and drink all of the piss out of it and clean the inside thoroughly!"
She began to cry again, and then slowly lowered her pretty face down into the acrid sewage.
Nichole stood sobbing, her hands over her face.
Millissa cried loudly and began to lick the bottom of the urinal and suck in the piss and swallow it. She gagged and cried, but continued her work, and soon had eaten most of the foul liquid out of the bottom of the ceramic bowl.
She then licked out the entire inner surface of the urinal, sobbing all the time.
"Alright, that's good, now let us see your face."
She slowly raised up and knelt there, her face a stinking mess, covered with piss, and whatever else was in there, and looked in absolute and utter shame at the staring crowd. Her pretty hair was matted with urine, and it dripped from her chin as she cried.
At that moment, I could not believe what I had done, and dropped to my knees in front of her. A powerful remorse poured over me, and I felt a deep revulsion for this. I went blank for a moment, and realized something important had cut me deeply inside, and it hurt so much. I began to sob and ran my hand over her wretched hair.
I looked into her shattered eyes, and felt the complete collapse of her spirit.
I moved my face closer to hers and spoke softly with tears in my eyes. "Millissa......I'm so sorry....oh God I am so sorry. I hope you will be able to forgive me for this." I moved my face to hers and looked into her sorrowed eyes and kissed her lips.
She was shocked at this, and didn't know what to do but finally began to kiss me back as she looked plaintively into my eyes. I slid my tongue all the way into her mouth and we french kissed each other. The smell and taste was atrocious but I was so ashamed of what I had done I couldn't help myself. She seemed to return to the living, and I vowed I would never do anything like this again to any of my ladies. It seemed, after all, that I did love them much more than I ever realized.
Suddenly everyone began to clap loudly, and there were a few tears in the group as they all stood there emotionally drained.
I got up and turned on a shower, and herded everyone out and closed the door and left Millissa to herself.
I saw to it that she was not bothered for the rest of the night.
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Within fifteen minutes the whole large entertainment area was filled with fucking, sucking people, and I walked nude through the crowd searching for that one special lady I had met when the guests first arrived. I could see her nowhere, and was almost ready to settle for some other sexual diversion when I saw her coming out of one of the bathrooms.
The men were busy servicing any woman who needed attention, and vice versa, and I had no doubt that they would all be completely drained by the time the party was over. Some of my business acquaintances were using my beautiful slave ladies, and I saw Susan on her knees just gulping a thick load of semen delivered to her by one of my male guests, and she looked up grinning at me as she swallowed. She was wearing a sanitary napkin, and I thought that she had never looked more beautiful since I had first seen her.
At a more convenient time of the month I vowed to make love to her, and enjoy her magnificent womanhood.
I quickly walked over to the stunning woman who had so impressed me, and she smiled seductively at me, and my hard dick. Her cunt was dark, and furry, and moist, and her tits large and perfect. She was a real knockout.
"Well, do you want me to suck your cock or not Sir, I'd really like to do that if you don't mind. You see I've learned how to address you while I'm your guest."
She had a really nice smile and I have a theory that a smile is the window to the soul. I knew then that she was a good person.
I grinned slyly...."You look like a talented cocksucker slave, and one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen....Now, how about eating my paste?"
"Sit your ass down Sir, I'm really hungry, and I haven't been fed yet today."
We plopped down next to two other couples on the nearest large couch, and I found myself sitting next to Cynthia and one of the visiting bi slave women. She was french kissing her partner passionately, lapping her long tongue deeply into the woman's mouth. I turned to look at her, and she stared at me for a second and averted her eyes.
She was obviously angry, and made no bones about showing that to me. This saddened me greatly.
My dream lady got down beside her and I spread my legs apart, letting my super hard dick bounce up and down. Karen quickly moved down and plopped one of my balls into her mouth, and began to suck on it voraciously. It was the strangest feeling, her sucking one nut, and the other bouncing against her cheek. She deftly moved to the other ball and sucked it firmly, and I winced a bit from her firm bite on my swollen cahone.
She looked at me lustfully and pushed upward on my legs so that my ass was open for her. She looked at me the whole time and smelled my open buttcrack, and rubbed her nose in it and began to lick it with her very long tongue. I was going bananas now as she slid her tongue all the way up my asshole and fucked it in and out.
When she'd thoroughly cleaned my asshole out she flipped my dripping pecker back and forth, and began to lick it from one end to the other. Precum dripped over her mouth and she slurped it down, and continued lapping. She then slid her lips over my cockhead and shoved downward, looking at me all the time. My prick slid easily into her gullet, and she began moving up and down rapidly as her throat muscles massaged my large penis.
It didn't take long for me to get my nuts off, and I looked down at her with glazed eyes and made a strange sound as I jerked violently. A thick gusher of warm cum splattered into her mouth and down her throat, and she gulped it quickly as her eyes widened in pleasure. "Mmmmm......mmmmm!", she grunted, as another dollop of snot blew past her tonsils. I jerked four or five times, and she gulped each time making that strange moaning sound.
I had never seen a woman enjoy a sperm meal so thoroughly. Her large, wonderful tits rubbed against my leg, and she held there as my dick drained out the last of my seed.
Finally my cock slipped from her mouth in a thick streamer of slime, and she licked her lips and swallowed once more to get the last of it down.
"Oh shame on me!", she purred, "I shouldn't be nasty like that should I?"
I looked at her, unable to move. "Madam, if you weren't so nasty it would be my complete loss."
She smiled and moved up to kiss me. We french kissed passionately, and her kiss was earthy and all consuming. What a woman!, I thought to myself. Would it be possible for me to buy her from Salvatore some day. No....no way. At any rate the thought crept to the back of my mind and settled in somewhere for storage. How could she ever be an obedient slave, she was far too willful. I'll bet my wonderful new friend could fuck though! Her cunt was possibly hairier than Cynthia's, looking at them side by side now....and that was saying something!
I looked at her longingly, and smoothed her hair over with my hand.
"Are you a nice person?", I asked, seriously.
She looked at me in puzzlement.
"Now that's a strange question, did my blowjob make you think I wasn't a nice person?"
She smiled brightly, and looked at me.
"I'm nicer than you can imagine, once you get to know me", she whispered.
"I like dogs and cats, and I feel too dam sorry for people most of the time....and I'm a dam sucker for a sob story. Anything else?"
She was rubbing my genitals very gently and smiling unguardedly at me.
"Are you a good slave?"
"Well you're just full of questions aren't you? I think you know that I'm nice, and that I'm a good slave. Why, are you thinking of buying me?"
I grinned widely...."Well my dear, I don't think Salvatore would part with you."
"Beautiful girls are a dime a dozen for Salvatore. If I talked to him, and simply asked, he probably would, since you're a close friend."
"Ok, talk to him, then let me know what he says."
I moved down and looked into her eyes and kissed her softly. She was quite beautiful, and she was nice, and she would be easy to fall in love with. I thought to myself, 'Oh no, as if I didn't have enough to deal with already.' She kissed me gently and looked at me again.
"Your slaves are in love with you, did you know that?"
I looked down in shame. "Dam me, you would have to say that!"
"I'd be glad to join you guys here, I just love your ladies. How in the hell did you ever find such a wonderful group?"
"God was smiling that day", I whispered.
She got up and went over to Salvatore on the other side of the room as she looked back at me , and kissed him, and gave him a big hug.
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The party continued on for another few hours until there were limp bodies lying around the inner area. The bathrooms were trashed, the entertainment area was a mess, the slaves would have much work to do the next few days, but I would not let them do a thing tonight.
Finally my friends and their women were ready to call it a night, and they were escorted to their luxury apartments in the back of the complex by a security guard. She looked at the mess and grinned at me in amazement. I thanked her and gave her a quick kiss. She smiled and took the group to their rooms.
My ladies were exhausted and had gone to bed already. I went to Millissa's room and since there was a light still on I knocked on the side of the door. We never closed doors here but we tried to maintain some respect for each other's areas. Millissa was lying down in her bed, but was not asleep.
"Yes," she said. "Millissa." "Oh yes Sir." "May I come in?" "Of course Sir."
She lay there naked, completely cleaned and perfumed from her ordeal earlier.
I don't think I had ever felt worse about anything in my life, and I was sobbing already.
"My sweet slave I'm so sorry for this afternoon, please forgive me"
"I should have believed you and Nichole, I was so stupid. so dam stupid!"
She smiled at me and I came over and sat beside her on the bed. She could tell, apparently, my sorrow, and she reached over and took my cock in her hand and massaged it gently.
"It's ok Sir....I probably deserved it for something else, I understand, believe me, it's ok."
I let her stroke me and my cock was actually becoming hard again. My voice was unsteady and I could barely speak as I looked down at her. "I....I love you, you little shit, and I probably have since you first came here."
"Don't worry Sir, I understand how it is, and Sir.....I love you too."
"My world is so different now than before in my life, and I'm just discovering things about domination, and myself, that are, well, quite hard to understand and accept."
She pulled me down to her and ran her fingers through my hair. "Please Sir, please kiss me." I smiled and bent over and put my lips close to her beautiful mouth, and touched it softly. We looked in each others eyes as we came together, and we kissed passionately and lovingly. I had never anticipated this kind of thing, and it was eating me alive. My heart melted as I smelled her delicate perfume, and soon she pulled her legs back and I climbed onto her, and she wrapped them tightly around me.
She reached under and gripped my penis and guided it into her moist vagina, and it slid into her very tight opening easily. We continued our kiss as I began to fuck her, and her pussy became slick with her inner fluids. Her strong smell was wonderful and I quickened my pace as I gazed into her beautiful eyes.
She was moaning with each thrust, and kissed my eyes and cheeks, and as I ejaculated in her, she kissed my lips all over and thrust upward, driving my semen deep inside her.
I lay kissing her, and was at a loss at this incredible development. In an impossible turn of events, I was actually falling in love with my beautiful slaves, but how could this be?
I lay there looking at her, and she rubbed her hand softly over my face.
"Millissa.....I think...I think I'm falling in love with all of you, and I just don't know how to handle this.
I don't think I'll ever get over the guilt I feel now."
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek again, and smoothed my hair. "There's always something unexpected isn't there Sir. It will work out, just go on like you have, and I and the girls will understand. When you love somebody you just don't care about some things."
I looked deeply into her eyes a tear began to run down my cheek. I quickly got up and wiped it off and smiled at her. "You're very special to me girl, I don't even know if I can use foul language with you anymore."
"You've got to Sir....just trust us to know what you are saying. I want you to call me a cunt and cocksucker because that's our thing here, and I like it, ok? We know what's in your heart, believe me. And I like to suck dick and be degraded, ok? Just remember I love you."
"Millissa, tomorrow morning I must suffer my punishment for this, it's the rule."
"I don't want us to do that, but if you want it we will."
"A hard spanking by all of you, and eating out of a urinal."
"Oh no Sir, we won't make you do that."
"No sweetheart, I'll make me do it."
She sighed and looked sympathetically at me.
"See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight Sir."
When I got to my room I cried for a long time, sobbing uncontrollably.
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For the first time in my life I realized that something incredibly important had been missing. I considered myself to be strong and courageous and untouchable, and I could see that as an elaborate lie I had told myself.`
I would find a way to continue this world of ours with the same sexual quality, but I would also find a way to give genuine love and respect to each of my ladies at the same time. It seemed I was in love with at least three of them now, and probably all of them. How could this have happened? I just didn't understand. I had never experienced anything like it before.
I fell asleep and left these imponderables for tomorrow. I would feel much better after my punishment, whatever the discomfort.
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I didn't sleep well that night and when I arose the girls were all up and in the entertainment area. "Hi everybody," I said, trying to be upbeat.
My ladies sat there on the couches and smiled at me, and I loved them all the more for it. "Good morning Sir, " they all said, as I sat down with them.
"Girls, I'm glad you're all here because I want to say something to you."
"I did a terrible thing to Millissa yesterday during the party, and I want to apologize to you all."
They sat there without saying a word, and frankly I was glad.
Most of them had sympathetic looks on their faces except for Cynthia and Olivia, and I didn't blame them at all.
"I'm so sorry and I hope you can forgive me as time goes by. I went way out of bounds even when Nichole assured me that Millissa was completely innocent. I shouldn't have done that even if she were guilty. I guess part of it was trying to impress my friends with entertainment. I've done a bad thing and I'm very, very sorry!'
I looked at them in shame and they brightened and began to give me moral support, and moved closer to me.
The willful Cynthia spoke up and had her say.
"Sir, we understand how it is here, and that's the way we all want it, but it just made us very sad what you did to Millissa because, well......"
She looked around to the other women.
"We're all in love with you. I guess you just haven't seen it because, well, maybe you've never considered that possibility. I'm in love with you and so are the other girls."
They all spoke up at that moment, smiling and reassuring me that what Cynthia said was true. My eyes watered again, and it disturbed me, and didn't seem to be what a man should do.
"I'm in love with you all too, I smiled, trying to maintain my equilibrium. And I just discovered it yesterday."
When I had calmed myself, I spoke again.
"I have to be punished my sweet ladies, it's one of the rules. I want you to spank me the same way I did Millissa, but with interest."
They looked sympathetically at me, and then looked at each other. Olivia spoke for them.
"You're right Sir, you have to be punished. Millissa, why don't you sit in the same spot where you were spanked and let Sir lay over your knees."
I knew this was going to be humiliating but I deserved it, and was fully compliant.
I moved over to my beautiful Millissa and looked at her sweet face, and she smiled in sympathy. I lay down over her lap, and the girls all moved in to participate.
Cynthia and Olivia were right next to us on either side, and inched in close to Millissa.
"Are you ready to begin Sir," said Cynthia, rubbing her hand over the lower portion on my buttocks.
"Yes and I want the full treatment,and I want all of you to hit me hard, and make it difficult for me to sit down for a day or two.....ok?"
I dreaded this, actually, having your ass smacked very hard a lot of times was very painful.
There was a pause and Cynthia slapped down as hard as possible on my lower area. I jumped involuntarily, and gritted my teeth. She whacked me very hard again, and Olivia delivered a severe blow that made me yelp and writhe in pain. They both started in, hitting me as hard as possible, time after time.
My ass was on fire and I bared myself and tried not to move from their vicious whipping. Through clinched teeth I spoke to Millissa, having difficulty talking from the pain.
"Millissa, sweetheart you must do it too and very hard."
There was a pause as Olivia and Cynthia took a short break, and Millissa slapped my already raw ass with a vengeance. I jerked and yelled from the pain, and she laid down several more very hard smacks. She was letting me have it in anger and I didn't blame her a bit. She whacked me extremely hard, and I yelled out loud as I quivered uncontrollably on her lap. I screamed at the other ladies, begging them to all take part, and do it hard. I knew this was necessary for the healing process for myself, and for them.
Beautiful Nichole, Susan, and Chrissie kneeled in front of Millissa, and slapped me hard on my asscheeks, which were now becoming bruised from the severe pounding. I yelled loudly as the three added their share of the punishment, and through the agony I actually felt better inside, and I was pleased with my slaves.
When they finally stopped I lay there shaking uncontrollably, and they began to rub my ass gently, all of them, and were kissing my ass with affection, and regret for having hurt me.
I slowly pulled myself up, in pain, and looked at Millissa who was sobbing and I kneeled and kissed her feet. I looked up at her watering eyes.
"It's ok sweetheart, it's ok....it's what I wanted."
Then I stood up awkwardly and looked at them.
"It's not over", I said, and walked toward one of the bathrooms that had urinals.
They followed me into the bathroom and all gathered around. None of them were smiling.
Chrissie shut and locked the door to insure privacy.
"Sir," said Nichole, "please, you don't have to do this, none of us want it do we girls."
They all spoke in agreement and pleaded with me not to go ahead with it.
I knew it had to be done, and I dropped down on my knees in front of a urinal that was full of stale leavings. I looked at them and shoved my head down into the rancid mess and pushed my mouth into it. I nearly vomited, but blanked my mind and focused totally, and slurped up a mouthful of the stinking piss. My tears welled up as I thought of my sweet Millissa having to do this and I increased my efforts, and began to drink in the disgusting urine.
When I had swallowed it all, I licked all around inside the bowl and cleaned it well.
My girls were crying now, and when I pulled my head out, covered with an unspeakable mess, they gathered around me and knelt down, and began to kiss me on the lips. Millissa kissed me tenderly and frenched her tongue into my mouth, and everyone of them did the same thing. We were all crying now and I just couldn't comprehend how I could have done such a thing in front of my slaves, or how I and my slaves could wind up like this, but I knew it was fair and just. We were a strange group indeed.
We got up and hugged each other, a group of crying fools reeking of urine, and we turned on the showers and thoroughly cleaned ourselves. We all crammed into one of the huge shower stalls, and scrubbed each other, laughing, and kissed each other over and over.
I held pretty Nichole and kissed her deeply, as she gently rubbed my dick and balls.
When we had finished we all dried off and went into the entertainment area.
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As we sat in the lounge space Karen, my new interest, came in and sat down. I was surprised, since at the same time I could hear the huge helicopter begin to rise off the pad. I had wanted to see my friends off but I imagined they left early for one reason or another, and in a way I was glad, since I didn't want to leave my ladies.
She sat and moved next to me and smiled, and her big eyes sparkled with happiness.
I spoke up, introducing her to my group.
"Slaves, this is Karen", and I kissed her on the lips as I said this.
Karen spoke to me and to all of us.....she looked closely at me...."Salvatore has given me to you free of charge. He said I was a well deserved gift."
I smiled broadly and hugged her, and kissed her passionately.
"That makes me very, very happy", I said.
"I must return a favor to him one day."
I stood to address the group. "Girls, this is Karen, as I said, and she will be joining our group as a full partner and slave."
My beauties gathered around her and began to kiss her. Karen was very happy, and my girls clung to us both as we hugged.
"Karen, my slaves and I have just completed a kind of catharsis, sort of a private one, and we feel much better about it don't we slaves?"
They all laughed and agreed as they chattered with Karen.
Nichole and Millissa sat on either side of me for a bit of a private chat.
Nichole looked at me seriously. "Sir, Missy and I wanted to tell you something important. We don't want you to change your discipline requirements or stop the spankings or punishments because of this."
Millissa, or Missy, spoke also. "Sir, you've got to continue your control over us and use nasty language and the whole thing, because, we require that from you as our master, Ok?"
"Actually", she said, as she looked back at the rest of the group, "we can't get by without it." She looked at me and smiled sweetly.
I paused for a moment. "Girls, I have a feeling that everything is going to work out just the way we all want it to."
I kissed Millissa deeply, and then Nichole, and they kissed each other, and we went back and forth frenching each other's mouths lovingly. It was one of the most erotic and caring moments I'd ever experienced.
I finally got up and limped around a bit, holding my ass, and my slaves laughed as I winced in pain, and Karen gave us all a puzzled look.
"Girls....I have a suggestion.....ROAD TRIP!"
They went wild and cheered at the prospect. Our impromptu road trips were quite unnerving to the security ladies, but they always managed to put everything together in a timely manner.
"Let's go shopping slaves, we need to buy some new duds for Karen, our newest slave."
Karen cheered, as they all did, and within an hour we were piling into a limousine for a day of pure fun. God I was happy!, and I suspected that the girls were too.
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